Recalling My First Bleed

a pen and a pad is how it began my life submerged onto some paper as my soul bled thru black ink not knowing of what to do or to think it was as if my hand had a mind of its own as if something in me had been unleashed soon i stopped fightin and let go and my ink spoke words that i didnt even kno it screamed louder than i ever spoke once a silent storm but now an earthquake it was amazing to me how many people actually felt the earth shake didnt know if i was jus speaking poetically or poetically speaking theres a difference i know now cause i realized after the breath i took after that first ink was done that that previous battle of finding myself just was won